khas

i have things that i have yet to say, expression to yet yet yet happen. what i ask of others may be too too too much, but i must continue or give up, take a chance on a dialogue, it is halloween eve

This earth that we
circle about in; kicking
at times, then at others
bargaining for ownership.
How whence came upon
these odd rituals which
at times seem futile
and others magnificent.
This accumulation of
valuable, worthy, powers
of human trickery; sent
by aliens to trick us into
not going elsewhere. All
this is just my offense
against non-freedom.
A train without tracks.